This many years and you’d think I could do something other than press myself up against tomorrow with my eyes closed. I never used to be this way: laughing as

The morning is no easier. Behind pinkish clouds, a solid red breaks through, blinding me with brightness. So tired am I of it all, having stayed hopeful the day before,

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The morning after, my husband told me: Trump won. And I said no, this can’t be right. I just can’t do this again. Then, I said: we need to leave

after the 2024 election Halloween in Texas and a mother dresses her daughter and her daughter’s stillborn daughter in the costumes of the living: beautiful dresses, gold jewelry, painful shoes